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These undertones — involving pathos, pity, gladness- 
Are rendered more exponent by artistic hands, 
For Love's and Song's sake written, and to ease Earth's 

sadness, 
Must bear a balm to him who understands. 

John Moran. 



CONTENTS 

Thought, ------ 7 

Yachting Song, ----- 10 

Prayer, ------- 13 

Woman ------- 15 

A World's Supreme Court, - - 18 

A Summer Day, - - . - - 22 

To Ellen Terry, - - - - 25 

The Mute, .-..-- 26 

Vesper Bells, ----- 29 

The Evicted Tenant, - - - - 32 

A Mere Bagatelle, - - - - 34 

Patience, - - - - - - - 36 

Lincoln, ------- 38 

Song of the Soul, - - - - - 40 

A Dream, ------ 43 

The Trinity, ------ 45 

The ^^sthetic Gospel, - - - 46 



THOUGHT 



Great Master of our subtle dreams, and will, 

Whose being fills each part and particle 

Of this fierce-spinning ball of ours, that speeds 



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Its destined course of misery and mad mirth ; 
You pipe _vour tunes upon each quivering pulse 
And nerve, and crowd us to an oversense 
Of stillness ; so that our fretted lives 



Are but a paradox! Here, on this earth, 
There is no peace, no rest, till locked in death 
Then the high-lifted soul, unshackled, flies 
To such far-fixed star as was its home,— 




Its elemental home, — to perfect rest. 

Swift thought is like the fine sweet fragrance of 

The Rose, — an unseen joy, a phantom power! 




And from the Earth's re- .-~^' 
volving warp and woof 

Wc knot our A B C's of thought, and build 

Such patch-work theories of the why and how 

As may explain the first great impulse "Thought. 

Oft this old, swinging, rolling world amain 

Crosses a meteor's path, then ricochets,— 

Whereat we say "an earthquake moves our globe." 

In vain we try to rear our thoughts to causes. 

To prove from atoms indivisible 

The laws on which all science builds its throne, 

And fool our feeble senses with false pride. 

Oh, 'tis "a strange world, this, my masters"; 

But stranger still are we, and it all seems 

But a long pitiless dream. And will more light 

Dispel the darksome terror of the grave? 




YACHTING SONG 



^RJ]EAVE, ho! heave, ho! With a creak, creak, creak, 

11 11 The sails crawl up the taper mast; 
The captain gazes toward the peak, 

Looks wondrous wise and whistles fast. 

Heigh, ho, oho! Away to roam 

On tossing waves where white seas foam. 




Out to the sea of endless view, 

Our gallant craft will soon run fast ; 

Her rudder holds each white sail true, 
The shore and home will soon be past. 

Heigh, ho, oho! Afar to roam 

On tossing waves w^here white seas foam. 



The cooling wand from off the sea, 

Blows strong and hard toward the land 

As waves dash high; yet sure are we 

Our boat will yield to the master-hand. 

Heigh, ho, oho! We long to roam 

Where dashing waves toss white sea-foam. 

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With heartvS we love time has no hours; 

We kiss the breeze, nor wonder whv 
We long for the sea and the wild sea-flowers 

While emerald waves before us fl\^ 

Heigh, ho, oho! We will always roam 
Where dashing waves toss white sea-foam. 




Fresh courage take when troubles rise 

Athwart life's sunlit snow-bound track; 

Like phantom ships on haz3' skies 

Thev mirage prove on looking back. 

Heigh, ho, oho! Oh, we love to roam 
Where dashing waves toss white sea-foam ! 
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Far in the distance skies droop low, 
Until they meet old Ocean's breast: 

We marvel much; does it not show 

That heaven and earth together rest? 

Heigh, ho, oho! Ah, we love to roam 
Where billows toss the white sea-foam ! 



Like dusty road through wooded glen, 
As far astern, we onward fly; 

Our wake, a wide white track doth blend 
With eddying waves as we ride by. 

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Away we roam 
Where billows toss to white sea-foam. 




So time speeds on, and life is short; 

To earnest work all souls must go; 
Up in the distance looms the port 

Where Duty moves life's ebb and flov 

Heigh, ho, oho! Back home we roam. 
Leave in the gloam the white sea-foam. 



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PPAYER 




Who prays, does well; 

For then the soul mounts heaven- 
ward, 

Bearing its troubles to an unknown 
sea of rest 

^^ It feels is there; where every hope 
seems blest. 



If prayer illusion be. 

With hopes and sounds 
but shades of self, 

Then sweep the enchant- 
ment from my door. 

Quick, let the grave my 
dwelling be for ever- 
more! 




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WOMAN 




r?ARE gem of purest mould! to chant a song 
*\ Of thine exquisite grace, so I might prove 
Love's loveliness is not in man I Were I 
But woman now, with self to prove self's worth, 
I then might sing thy praise ; take thee as God 
Made thee; adding what man would: thou wert 
Perfection, — mirrored heaven! Thy hair 
Should be as soft as daintiest gossamer "" 

Or silken cobweb floating on Autumn's wind ; 
Eyes liquid, clear, like curved bridge's pool. 
Reflecting self and all thine inner graces. 
Dark, arched eyebrows skirt thy splendid orbs, 
And deep-fringed lines of curving lashes droop, 
As overhanging slender grasses shade 
And soften from abruptness beetling banks. 

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Thj^ nose, straight, true; as is thine honest tongue; 
The ear a tinj^ pink and tinted shell, 
Beneath caressing waves of rippling hair, 
y- Making it wish it were indeed full hidden; 

Thy blushing, pouting lips like richest rose 
^>^'' Ready to be ravished by a wanton bee ; 
Round generous bosom, rising and falling oft 
Like storm-lashed waves of an imprisoned lake. 
Thy skin a dazzling white, like the smooth soft 
Flush of newly-polished ivory ; albeit, 
In passion strong, yet held in constant check. 
Like blooded hound, awaiting master's hand 
To break the leash and follow Nature's longings. 
Thy limbs tapering and straight as church's spires; 
While in thy warm embrace a mother's love 
Invites both saint and sinner. Arched and true 
As key-stoned wall thy foot supports aloft 
A structure proud. Possessed of heart that would 
Expand and leap if sympathy called twice. 
Thy voice as musical and low 
As murmurs of a pebbled stream; 

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Thy mind, I wot not, is by instinct given 
To know and wisdom feel, yet cannot prove; 
Knowing that often when the mind says Nay, 




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The heart yields Yea, and Understanding thus 

Is baffled and outwitted, and thy being 

Seems but a fret-work of delicious inconsistencies. 



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A WORLD'S SUPPEME COUPT 

'' Now, forever farewell 
The tranquil mind! farewell content! 
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, 
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! 
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, 
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing hfe. 
The royal banner, and all quality. 
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war! 
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats 
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, 
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone." 

— Othello's Soliloquy. 



Wars should cease, and Othello's oc- 
cupation be stilled forever b\^ the English- 
speaking nations. They alone should 
become the judiciary and police power of 
the world, by establishing a Supreme 
Court for the world. 

For they are the most advanced na- 
tions, in morals as well as in commerce, literature, and 
science; and the equals of any in art. 

For settling their differences by arbitration, and for 
mutual defence against all foes, the\' should establish a 
perpetual league of all-English speakers, and try to estab- 
lish a final Court of Decision, composed of their own race 
exclusiveh', its members acting as arbitrators among 
themselves, and also between other nations of the world, 

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if requested, on any complicated questions that may arise; 
especially on those pertaining, or likely to lead, to war; 
and, if necessary, to use force. 

How could tlie}^ accomplish this? 

By nations that speak the English language forming a 
compact, choosing at any of the general elections one dele- 
gate to every five million inhabitants of Anglo-Saxon 




descent, or smaller ratio if desired. This would give to 
the United States about thirteen delegates, and to England 
and her colonies about twelve; they to be represented, not 
collectivelv, but individualh', because, at some time, violent 
disputes must occur between themselves. 

These delegates should meet at some point nearly ecjui- 
distant between America and Australia, 

No member of the court should be under thirty years of 
age, — this to secure the calm deliberation of mature years 
and of ripe experience, — and, so far as possible, be unbiased 
by political ambition, love of notoriety, or greed of gain. 

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upon assembling, they 
should select from their 
number a President and 
Vice-President, and adopt 
such rules and a Constitution as embody the salient 
points and methods of procedure that appear best. 

A Supreme Court so constituted, should act upon all 
questions of an international character, and especially on 
those pertaining to war, protesting against the abuse of 
power by the strong; protecting the weak ; and forcing all 
nations to listen to the voice of humanitj^ and peace. 

If a war be threatened between two powers, the Court 
should assemble and decide which is in the wrong, by 
depositing secret ballots. 

These ballots, in accordance with their several conclu- 
sions, should be sealed in the presence of a committee 
chosen by the Court, no member of the Court knowing 
how another member has voted. 

The committee should not open the ballots until 
hostilities have actually begun. Then the nation adjudged 
right, should be assisted— if assistance be required— by a 
combined English-speaking army, the relative quotas to be 
drawn from each nation representing the Court. 

The defraying of necessary expenses, and the reimburse- 
ment of losses suffered, should be passed upon and approved 
by the Court at a later period. 

Hence, the physical and moral influence brought to 
bear upon any ruler contemplating war would be so great, 
he would not dare to take the risk ; while the whole world 
would morally sustain the combined armies in their effort 
to force an early peace. 

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Can the world conceive of a more noble sight than a 
body of honest, brilliant, well-intentioned men assembled 
to act as mediators, the olive branch their crest, bent 
upon preserving good-will to all nations ? 

And do we not owe to old England, our mother 
country, a coalition that — on account of circumscribed 
limits and the gigantic strides of other nations with wider 
area for expansion — she needs, our strong protecting arm 
and national assistance? 

Take, for instance, Russia, the huge octopus, stretching 
out her steel tentacles to the uttermost parts of the earth, 
absorbing and trying to assimilate all nationalities coming 
within her grasp ; suppose she should throw herself upon 
England, draining her life-blood, and, in the serpentine 
folds of ignorance and corruption, crush her noblest 
inspirations? Would it not then be our duty to England, 
to ourselves, to humanity, to do all in our power to 
prevent so great a catastrophe? 

With all her faults, the country to whom we owe our 
existence yet commands our reverence. She it is that has 
longest been solving the problems of humanity ; is still in 
the advance of civilization. 



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Wide, bounteous field of boundless green, 
Far-stretching toward the southern sky, 
Where white rift-clouds are deeph^ piled 
In noble grandeur, till the^^ seem 
By nature forced and rounded out 




To beautA^ ; then laid defth^ on, 

A ground of gentle azure blue. 

Daintiest of all the rainbow-hues. 

Adown the distance dream-eyed oxen mark 

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Their rutted path with silver foam down-dropped, 
Crush tender grass and blossoms 'neath their feet, 
And sweetly scent the balmy summer air 
As on thev draw their load of winter breath. 




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A slender, silver-throated brook speaks love 

To birds and flowers along its shaded banks; 

While bending skies toss down their sweetest smiles, 

And tune m_v soul to better thoughts, working 

In me harmonious sympathy. The robin 

Pipes his notes to splendid song, then shakes his 

Jaunt\^ head in impish glee ; a cricket too 

Would ape the robin's merr^- note, while I, 

A lazy speck of life, outstretched to make 

A landscape, gaze dreaminglv, and hear 

The unseen millions of the insect-world 

Whir low, or hum primeval harmonies; 

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Or the cicada's note, strident, yet lulling. 
Thus floats my raptured soul upon a sea 
Of melody, to land of dreams, and days 




Of youthful love, where wanton winds of scented seas 
Blow softly ; so my lazy summer day 
Becomes, at last, a perfumed memory. 




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TO ELLEN TEPRY 



Spirit of Art voices each word of thine! 

Yet, could the imprisoned soul speak half it feels 
And yearns to give, yet craves a half-return. 

The Omniscient still would whisper in thine ear, 
"Wait, not vet!" 



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THEnUTE 




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ATE wields a sceptre over every soul 
Born to this world, though prosperous seas 
may roll, 

And speed a welcome ; yet the stern decree 
Goes forth, and man must yield to Destinv. 
Even the gods that hover over birth — 
Bright, sparkling Speech and joyous, lightsome Mirth- 
Are ruled bj' Fate: on earth they also mourn 
As mortals do when children mute are born. 
Near each new soul they press to kiss its lips, 
Fear sways their hopes, lest each her mission miss: 
Each longs to give her gift to mortal man, 
But Fate has summoned Silence, to command. 

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He is a Monarch cold and cruel, 
Who sits in robes of black, to rule 

His sombre court, — a retinue of still 

And sullen courtiers. His iron will 
In chains doth bind the noblest musings 

Of the mind, crushing the soul that tries to raise 

Triumphant song its Author's name to praise, 




And hushes Music when she seeks to throw 
Her subtle charms — enchanting, soft, and low — 

Around his midnight world. So, helpless, bound. 
He struggles with his very life for sound ; 
Till, goaded, he makes fingers mute, declare 
"Silence, I thee defy!" With eyes aflare 

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Up-springs the tyrant, silent as his breath, 
Then writes: " To even whisper here is death ! " 
Two gods that hover over every birth- 
Bright, sparkling Speech and joyous, lightsome Mirth- 
Outspread their wings, 
And lightly flew 
Beyond earth's view. 




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Vesper bells are sounding prayer, 
Pra\^ers of music everywhere, 
Soft they fall upon the air, 
Lifting souls from shame and care. 

Ringing chants,— the spirits pause, 
Since they speak in Mercy's cause,— 
God will always hear such prayer, 
Sinless praise they waft Him there. 

Voiceless tongues sad cadence swell ; 
For, on plaintive notes they dwell, 
Wailing low, in sad refrain. 
Earnest prayer, nor plead in vain. 



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Loud their joyful notes they raise, 
Now transcendent song of praise; 
Back to earth their echoes bring 
Hopes to which all men maj^ cling. 



Vesper bells, ring out your prayer. 
Music's prayer floats everywhere, 
Vesper bells, I love your prayer, 
Music's pra3'er lulls every care. 




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THE EVICTED TENANT 



Up the green lane, past the noise-crowded street 
I saw a young lass with face fair and sweet, 
Soft red cheeks, and a short chubby nose, 
Under her petticoat, five little toes. 




With a smile I stole a fresh rosy kiss, 
Then whispered to her, "Pray, tell how is this, 
You hide with such care that fair snowy rose, 
While out on the ground are five bare toes." 

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' D'voii see the cottage just over the way ? 
There Pleasure and I've passed many a day, 
When I planted that bush of pure snowy rose 
There was no peeping out of my five naked toes. 



But Mammy got sick, and our old 

cow died; 
Then Daddy took drink his sorrow 

to hide. 
From the landlord cruel I stole this 

rose, — 
He didn't see it, you know, nor my 

five bare toes. 




And now we are going to leave to-day ; 
And Janet has no shoes, so she wears mine away^ 
I came here to look at my last lovely rose. 
And that's why you see my five naked toes." 

She burst into tears, which fell thick and fast 
And over the wind-made fringe trickled past, 
And washing her feet, as white as the rose. 
Like so many gems seemed her five bare toes. 



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A yWERE BAGATELLE 




H, Comtesse, if I knew — if I but dared believe." 

" Be quiet, mon cher, he is yet here" —glancing 
furtively at the silken portieres that divides her 
1- apartments from those of her lord and master. 

A tread as of retreating footsteps, a heavy door rever- 
berating throughout the house, and the two peer through 
the casement at a tall figure going hastiW down the 
street. 

"And now let us resume our little talk, do you say?" 
and her expression quickly changes, while from the corners 
of her almond-shaped eyes she darts a world of sentiment. 

It is not lost on Alphonse Mercier. Have any looks 
those eyes j-et thrown, failed to make his heart leap? Her 
love is to be his reward. Have not glances, tones, smiles 
forgetfulness of others — all proclaimed it ? 

For she is unhappy, this beautiful young comtesse. 
Wedded while but a child, to one wlioll\^ incompatible, 
what wonder the heart has just opened to his protesta- 
tions of love. 

"They are treacherous, those de Granvilles," said a 
friend to him one da^^ "Madame la Comtesse is truly one 
of them. She has counted her victims — yes, bj^ the dozen." 

"That may be," responded the lover; "can any beauti- 
ful woman fail to attract ? If the silly moths will ^y about 
the flame, wh3', who can pity them ? " 

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".4/7, hien, we must all learn; 3-011, too, are not to be 
left out." 

And the tender looks and words are resumed. No 
one informs the count. "He has e\^es and ears," say his 
friends. 

And he uses them, too, and interrupts a thrilling love 
scene that very evening: ''Canaille, meet me there!" and 
he throws a card in the lover's face. 

"For thee, love; then to be one forever," she reads 
that night, in a hurriedly-written note thrust into her 
hands by her maid while combing the waves of yellow 
hair. 

The white hand trembles slightly as she leans forward 
and toys with the jeweled rings on the dressing table. 

" Not so hard, Marie ; I have a most tender head ; you 
must think it is made of wood" — her pettish protest per- 
mitting the uneasiness she is endeavoring to hide. 

The morning dawns with a blush and a smile, a 
roseate shaft of light striking aslant the 3^ellow jalousies 
of my lady's chamber. 

As she sits in a ciel-blue neglige, fingering absently 
some scented missives just handed her, monsieur le compte 
steps in : 

"Morning papers, love I Maybe something of interest 
to you." And he stands before her dressing mirror, strok- 
ing his mustache, glancing stealthily all the while at the 
image reading a marked column. 

"Thirteen, an odd number," thinks she, motionless 
for a moment. She then throws aside the journal with a 
vawn. 




PATIENCf: 




God teaches me to wait ; 
B^^ every opening flower and 

budding tree; 
Slow haste develops best hu- 

manitj'. 

God teaches me to wait; 

When I would haste and 
swiftly run the road, 

Where others slowly toil be- 
neath their load. 



God teaches me to wait ; 
When on the grim old solid rocks I see, 
The countless ages past,— still more to be. 



God teaches me to wait; 
In the small acorn that, w4th sun and breeze 
And slow, slow growth, is King among the trees. 

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God teaches me to wait ; 
When things seem evil they are often good : 
By^me the fruit, not bnd, is understood. 

God teaches me to wait, 
If in Life's lessons patience I will heed : 
They are so plain "that he who runs may read." 




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A gentle, noble soul ! The outer 
world 

Of spirits rose when thou didst 
enter there; 

A vast array encompassed thee 
— death snatched 

The unfinished precepts of a 
finished life, 

And sealed them b3' the mad 
assassin's hand. 

A weary nation's heart at once 
was plunged 
In sorrow, and called aloud for vengeance. 
'Twas said that thou didst know Destruction's eye 
Had marked thee for his pre}-, and that this thought 
Dimned all thy joys with secret sadness strange. 
But now a martvr's starry crown rests 
On thy noble brow, proving to nations all, 
As v^ell as unto millions 3'et unborn. 
The love that lives in man for men. So great 
A ruler filled with good, and with a father's 
Tenderness, the sun's refulgent radiance 
Ne'er streamed upon. The sorrow-bearing heart 
Though weary oft, had but a single thought. 
The tall form bending with a Nation's woes 
Upheld a saddened face, where lines ofchastitj^ 
Spoke truths of thee; whence all men felt that God 
Had made thee equal to His trust. Quaint humor 
Often toyed with care; for humor gave thee rest. 
Sprung from the people, thou wast ever true 



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And watchful of their needs. This gave repose. 

Thy logic seemed Divine, and so made sophistrv 

Droop and withdraw; thy reason, all thine own, 

O'ercame diplomacy'; th\^ wisdom rare 

Baffled the wisest utterance of the sage; 

And, linked to truth, thy words like arrows sped 

Unto their mark, and, piercing, swiftly brought 

Dissension to thine enemies. Thine oath 

Was registered in heaven; thus thy laws. 

On justice founded, always were supreme. 

Benevolence, large-hearted, with a broad 

And tender charity, "planted not knov^^ingly 

A thorn in any bosom ;" so that what 

Men call great and good was truly thine, and makes 

All other greatness little by comparison. 

Where faults were known, they dimmed b^- human 

helplessness. 
What diplomats call policy, or by 
One lie but seek to prove another's true. 
Was to thee inconceivable, apart; 

While weak, compared tc) "men of blood and iron," — 
Now miscalled "strong," — thy blood swept from the land 
The spectre Slavery, and fetters clank 
No more, and thus make mockery to heaven 
Of hiiman liberty chained like a dog. 
Thy modesty outweighed thy dignity. 
And dignit\' \nelded its poise and grace; 
But heaven gave to thee such noble gifts 
As caused two worlds to kiss the footstool 
Of thy grand nobility and gather 
At thy shrine, made from "Malice toward none 
And charitv to all mankind." 




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HE day was dull, and gray, and 

stills- 
Had a touch of gloom and a vicious 

will ; 

The cold came on with a fog and a mist 
And a shiver and chill none could resist; 
The wnnd not raw — vet a velvet touch has a tiger's claw. 



Out in the cold, in the fog and the wet, 

A gray-haired man piped a clarionet; 

Weird and battered, the man and the reeds,— 
Parcel and part of each other's needs: 
Forlorn in the air went his quavering notes. 

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Mist gathered in drops, and fell like rain. 
With the quavering notes in his sad refrain ; 
This old man's music — strange to tell, 
This song without words — bound all with a spell 
Was it the song unsung of which the poets sing? 



His soul piped out with an earnest zest 

An opera-air, "I have sighed to rest," 

So sad, so true, with such longing 
strain. 

All eyes were wet ; and the mist and 
rain 

Kept pattering time with his heart-beats' 
rhyme. 

His soul was tossed with the strain of life; 

He played alone, midst its fiercest strife; 

No home, no love, when he lay at 
night. 

And the fog and the rain would come 
in spite 

'Tween the love he had lost long, long before. 




On a new-found air he he would often start ; 

But his reed refused to do its part ; 

And play as he would, no other refrain 
But the old fond one stole in again ; 
Still our hearts and his kept a r^^thmic time. 

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He played long and sweet, yet he never knew 
The tunes were not changed, though he thought each new 
While piping his reed for pittance and gain ; 
It was the old sweet longing and sad refrain 
"I have sighed to rest." Give rest, God, who can ! — 
'Twas the soul that was playing, and not the man. 




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DREAM 




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Last night I dreamed I died, 

But better far such death than life; 

For I had died for thee, yet, dying. 

Kissed the hand that sent me to the strife. 

For life without a ho]ie of thee 

Is not a life, but rather living death, 

And linking life to death— as were no hope- 
Is hell,— perish the thought ere it has breath ! 




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Three persons one. One person three 
Thrice holy One. Thrice holy three. 
One Faith, One Hope, All Charity. 



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THE AESTHETIC GOSPEL 

A Glimpse of Its Metaphysics. 



HE following colloquy occurred between the 
returned Mahatma of a distinguished modern 
philosopher and one of earth's sceptic scribes, — 
an ordinar\^ mortal. Said the scribe: 

"And you say that the ineffable influences 

are now centreing upon one of America's favored 

sons, and that he will proclaim, with fervor, the 

coupled doctrines of 'sweetness and light' and of form 

and color?" 

"Yes. And the aesthetic metaphysics that will emanate 
from his virile personality will be fused into a concrete 
activit3^ that will disarm and persuade many that once 
were sneering, sceptical mortality." 

" His name? " 

"No matter." 

"Do you believe that the ideas and views of ^estheticism 
will, when fully explained in lectures and pamphlets, create 
in New York and elsewhere in America a school of your 
peculiar philosophj'- ? " 

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"Yes. But of course that depends largely upon the 
receptivity of the Americans, and their desire to understand 
the high principles of our unwritten philosophy." 

"I scarcely understand your answer. Do you mean 
that you have no particular laws or tenets of your 
philosophy ?" 

"Not at all. On the contrary, we have a positive, 
special, independent metaphysical science; but the mind of 
the average Philistine Briton is incapable of understanding 
it; consequently we have never published it: we transmit 
it orally to the members of our society. But inasmuch as 
the American people have welcomed all advanced ideas on 
religion, art, philosophy, and astheticism, I am ready to 
answer any question pertaining to our cult." 

"Suppose you give me a few condensed ideas of your 
subject, so that I may, somewhat, prepare the minds 
of the people, and, as it were, feel the pulse of public 
sentiment." 

"I shall be glad to. And I shall try to give you an 
outline of our metaphysical science, as we believe it our 
duty and mission to the world to have it study the creation 
of the beautiful, its relation to color, tones, light, shadows, 
and to attain perfect harmony by exquisite 
blendings, so that man may have a higher 
and nobler estimate of what is beautiful 
and true both in nature and in art. 

"In the tirst place, we believe that 
there is no actual difference between 
the world of matter and of space, 
because matter is a part of space; 
that God has made Himself manifest 

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to us through what we call Form ; or, in other words, 

matter is space with Form; Space is matter without 

Form. 

" Form is the manifestation of God to us. Therefore, 

Form is the essence of all matter, or God. 

"Won't you please mention, in detail, what are 

the essentials of 
thought and act 
that we should 
aim at, so as to 
bring us this 
rarefied vision, 
this intimate 
touch and ap- 
preciation of the 
aesthetic philos- 
ophy?" 

*'Now^, our 
views on this 
subject are: the 
nearer we ap- 
proach the beau- 
tiful and graceful 
in the form of 
things, the more 
God-like it is, and 
consequently, the 
more perfect the pleasure it gives. When the creative hand 
of man has built or moulded a beautiful thing, the part 
of his mind that created it becomes its soul ; but when it 
is destroved, its form or beauty has gone, just as jwhen a 




man dies, his form has left ns. So in poetry; the more 
beautiful its creation, the more enjoyable; and as I must 
bring my revelation to a close, I will give you one of my 
unpublished poems, which partly illustrates my views on 
the longing of the soul for the beautiful and unattainable: 

"Our soul is like a kite, 
That soars with ease toward heavenly height. 
Held by a link-part visible; 

"On earth through nature see. 
But only feel when reaching toward Infinity 
This feeble link that binds with life. 

"So frail the thread of life. 
Our souls could not endure the strife 
Without this link with heavenly heights. 

"We droop as blighted things. 
From clouded faith, on earthly wings, 
Struggling to trust the invisible. 

"Our soul longs for new life. 
Breaks the frail thread by constant strife. 
Nor ceases its unending flight." 





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